Pick Your Poison

nightmares again

In dreams we are alone in a cage with whatever mental or emotional stimulus we undergo in slumber; in our waking experience, most of these things are either filtered out or are put in perspective and filed away. I hope for no more disturbing and raw observations of so many crushed hopes and silent fears put to the compelling melody of my violent snoring (as I rattle apart the very fibers of reality). I'd rather just leave all the lights on at home and avoid this murky sea of poorly understood impulses and anxieties.